Category: Through Stories
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This Sidewalk
Hand in hand. Eye to eye. Heart to heart. We used to walk this sidewalk together. Interestingly enough, this sidewalk was one that I oft-traversed alone. It was my solitary sanctuary. A place that I could call my own. I could feel, with every step, the journies of those before me. They had experienced the…
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These Rocking Chair Memories (A Love Story)
The sun gently laid eyes upon the old man slowly rocking in his wooden chair. A softly spoken creak would creep up from the footing of the old chair but he stared deep into the fields before him unfazed.
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The Hangin’ Tree
I am a tree; a bold, vibrant, strong tree. My roots have held fast to this very ground for many, many years. I have become one with the soil beneath me. It knows me and I know it. My branches have swayed to and fro through fierce wind and storm and they have sat silent,…
Confessions 